>>1688That chlobo has got a nice sense of style.Whats chloboish about that? She is entering a house for one thing and when the last time a hobo wore sun glasses? as opposed to drapping them around their neck.

My parents left me beside a dumpster when I was three years old. A wild pack of Hobos took me in as their own. They smelt like cheese, pickles and cheap alcohol. I had to hold my breathe every time they came close. They were the nicest folks though. One day we walked from Toronto (where I live) to Hollywood. I saw Chloe with Trevor at a fruit stand and fell in love. My hobo dad saw me oggling her and told me that she was rich and I will never have her. She overheard and came over and introduced herself. She saw I was poor and bought me some peaches. As she was leaving I asked for a hug. She smiled and gave me the warmest hug I ever felt. As she turned to walk away I looked down and noticed large quantities of spagetti had fallen out of my pockets.